She waited for Rob to walk out. When he left she took a moment to collect herself. Her phone buzzed with a reminder about her meeting interrupting the...silence. She couldn’t think about her mixed feelings; she had a job to do to clear her client’s name and her own. ***Marcy hesitated before ringing Rob’s doorbell. It’s been a while since they’d talked face to face, actually almost a month. She’d released a statement that afternoon that Rob and she did have a consensual sexual relationship but. Com/photos/gallery/7482925/131482691Alessandra sits down with me for a cold drink during the 'Indian Summer' in the first weeks after her school starts, early September, about a dozen years ago. I quickly notice, she is smart indeed, as she is autistic. She rarely looks into my face during our talks. Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice young yummies like her, who pass by our terrace, around the corner from our street. Alessandra blushes, but does not. Our conservation began talking about sports, movies and people in general. We sat and sipped our coffee. He did not appear in a hurry to talk about meeting for oral sex. Carl said he worked as a masseur at a local health spa. I noted that his hands were large, and he had strong forearms. He said was thirty-eight, but I was thinking, "He looks in his twenties." Carl talked about his career, telling funny stories about giving massages. Some of Carl's clients expected their manipulation to finish. “Oh, he went out with some work buddies for a game of golf,” Regina replied as she followed me to our kitchen.“Where’s Brenda?” Regina inquired.“She’s at Walmart and I don’t expect her back for a while,” I replied, as fished in the pantry for a bag of sugar. Not finding any sugar, I apologized.Regina was leaning against our kitchen countertop, dressed in a pretty low-cut black shirt that showed off just enough cleavage to catch my attention. She also sported some very nice and very sexy cut off.